VALHALLA CALLING

The land that is still surviving.
The land that is still surviving.
Do not scar the sacred hills, do not poison stream or shore,
Every careless wound you leave echoes through the ages more.
Leave an offering by the stones,
Thank the earth beneath your feet,
Those who honor living land find the spirits calm and sweet.
From the east the dragon rises, scales of fire,
Eyes of dawn, from the north the eagle watches,
Wings above the endless storm.
From the west the mountain giant stands where ancient glaciers sleep,
From the south the mighty bold guards the valleys rich and deep.